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When
you get used to it and will it be there and for how long with it and
the burns that I have taken into me are they yours or not are they the
great sameness and beliveing in them is like beleiving in the block and
about the century,
the turns, the portents streaming which was certainly yeah portents.. I have a call to be what the
nomeclatures call a disentagling of birds, a caboose, a bullock of strongness, a whorl. I am smoking right now and
I feel the portion of it streaming towards you, that I am not explaining anything, I am thinking of you
and it is surprising, to be so line broke, to be so heady, in the worshipful manner of great kings
I am thinking this is you face and this is not your face, the plocking lpocking, the pull it for it isn't there
this man I must be still. I keep many things to me and I keep the words of god and the breath
of you in me and the way there is always dissimilartude in the cross-streets. The baliff is questioning me
the
court is adjorned. the fall fall of the black rose in the envening, the
seemingly failure of things as Josh mentioned and I am to be a culling, a
stone on the horizon, a closed eye.
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